Chapter 753: The Old Ghost Returns

The Mountain-Pulling King was startled for only an instant, then immediately understood what Long Yang the Old Devil had done—and what he had suffered.

"Fool, how could your tiny spatial technique possibly capture all four of them?

Not to mention Huoyi Immortal and Yuwen Bo—even Kebineng wouldn't be so easily subdued by you."

He covered his nose and stepped back several paces.

For when Xiao Yu's dragon palm exploded, thick yellow smoke gushed out—foul and overwhelming!

The fire came from Huoyi Immortal's fire arts,

On the road, Tan Jie, who had been sprinting wildly across the ground using his body techniques, finally caught up to Mo Fan, panting heavily and asking uncertainly. Mo Fan was a direct disciple, while he was merely an inner sect disciple—a full rank below.

Saying this, Ye Jinnian pulled out his taser from his pocket, just as the wolves charged forward.

"Did we ruin your plans?" Yuan Gu asked, frowning deeply.

Then the man reached out, pressing her head against his chest, where his strong, steady heartbeat thudded one beat after another into Qin Jiu's own chest.

He Yu the Saint, having lost the Book of Life and Death, was obsessed with reclaiming it. Without the book, his power here was the weakest, leaving him without any authority to speak—so he simply said nothing at all.

The rules around them were so clear they could almost be grasped with the hands; the man in blue robes rapidly formed intricate hand seals, drawing away the ambient energies of space.

They all believed the Chen family's heirloom was a rare treasure—but now, they felt somewhat disappointed by it.

Those eyes, once always timid, now held no fear or weakness—only cold stillness.

Merely by starting, Chu Tianqing felt a chill crawl down his nape, every hair on his body standing on end.

Hearing the chorus of screams, Zhou Tian's eyes flickered with pity; he was about to speak when Zhou Kun turned to him and said.

Across Shenzhou, countless bureau directors of intelligence, education, and countless government officials—all remained at the peak of fifth rank, and even upon retirement, they never rose beyond it.

He was tall and burly, and at first glance, he looked like a black tank—his mere presence was utterly unlike the previous Heicui.

"I'm not familiar with the Garma Empire," Bai Xue said politely, then bowed slightly toward Ya Fei—after all, it was proper etiquette.

"Hah! Not just Ouyang Jue—all of you are dying today." That damn Priao—I really want to go punch him in the face.

The tomb guardian didn't hold out long under our full artillery barrage; as he collapsed, he still rolled his eyes at us, filled with resentment, and departed forever from the monsters.

Liu Ruobai eyed the Elder Hua warily, then glanced at the door guarded tightly by Elder Hua's men, and gritted his teeth as he followed.

Some experts can kill ordinary people with just a glance—this indescribable killing aura is what does it.

"My wife is too delicious; my husband can't control himself." Clearly, Yan Canglan had no intention of restraint—he couldn't control himself around her.

"Don't give me that useless crap. Those pieces of gear were given to me by the Yseral Wolf King and Count Dracula—they have nothing to do with you. Hand over the quest reward right now." This old bastard thinks he can withhold our quest reward? Not a chance.

Zhen Qing, rarely annoyed by Aunt Li's behavior, chuckled: "Yang Zhou is fine, but he's not right for Abing. Abing and that policeman suit each other—he's a civil servant with a proper job." You bullied Abing, and now you dare to provoke me? I'll aim straight for your weak spot.

I absolutely will not let this happen… Mu Qingsu, I will never let you harm our child.